The Sorrow

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The tiny footprints, on the paved path
leading to the ornamental pond,
have long since gone.
It was a summer day when it happened
a pale face amongst water lilies.
The pond was filled with stones and made into a shrine.
A baby in the house calls for her attention for a moment
she sees the footprints of her lost child and shudders.